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I used to wish I were someone else,
someone who didn’t have a crazy sister
living in my head
that I had to take with me
everywhere I went.
Crazy emotions:
murderous rage,
not sadness, but anguish,
ice-cold hatred,
a death-grip on grudges.
I wanted to kill her,
hold a pillow over her face
till she stopped struggling,
struggling to be heard.

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